Excerpt from Exhilarated Life: Discovering Inner Happiness

The Midas Touch

And the collateral damage of greed.

And so the king was granted his wish and whatever he touched turned
to gold.
He ran through the palace with joyful purpose—touching this
and presto! Touching that and bingo bongo! Into the garden he raced
and reached for a rose. Shazaam! The most exquisite gilded beauty…
and then he put the bloom to his nose. Oh. No scent. Too bad. So sad. Oh well.

Seeing his beloved daughter in the garden by the fountain, he reached
out to kiss the soft blonde curls on her forehead.
And lo! There before
him a fearsome monument to his own avarice. Forever. No undoing it.
No changing his mind. No rethinking the consequences. Once and for
all time his daughter was lost to him. Her beauty, her innocence, her
laughter, her love, her warmth, her glow, her breath—her life.

Would that she died and could have been buried, the king might have
grieved her
as lost through a nasty accident; a trick of fate. But no.
She was to remain ever before his eyes. Still. Golden. Not dead, but
not alive. How terrible to live with the consequence of one’s aberrant
choice. Too late to correct or repair—time only for remorse, regret,
recrimination. A lifetime of hell.

And what is it to know that we have created our own hell? To know
that our actions have not just killed, but have maimed, suffocated,
spoiled and decimated all that is beautiful and life giving? And what is
an aberrant choice? It is a choice that is anti life. It is a choice that is
ignorant of the fact that the balance of life rests on a bee or a pelican—a
krill. It is a choice that, to paraphrase Oscar Wilde, is based on the
ignorance of knowing the price of everything, but the value of nothing.

As a culture, we have become inured to the suffering around us. World
Vision competes with Save the Children and we use our media technology
to suffer the little children into our living rooms. Their teary, infected
eyes crusted with flies laying eggs. Picking food from the dust. A tiny
child caring for a tinier child, orphaned by war or AIDS or some such
man-made disaster. The tragedy. The Pathos. We choke up—after all, we
have kids—we’re not the monsters, and we get out our credit card.

We mutter about the “brown” neighborhoods and are slightly
distrusting of the communities that grow around the mosque.
We are
we and they are they and they don’t understand “our” sophisticated
society and choose not to blend. And if they are so different, can the
terrorist “blood” not be pulsing through some veins? Do we pause to
think why they might be here? Is it just to take advantage of our luxe—
cash-rich culture, to rip off our government benefits?

Or might more of the cases be that they desired peace and sanctuary
from a home country that is itself gripped in terror?
A country where
each child has a story of someone he or she knew and loved who was blasted
off the planet before his or her eyes. Where the noise of nighttime traffic is
missiles and tanks. Where the remote doesn’t ever turn off the violence.

Talk about degrees of separation. How far are you away from someone
with no arms from a mine? Is there a whole generation of your family
born with AIDS? Do you wonder if the water you sip for daily survival
is teeming with cholera?

And now, “they”—big businesses, corporate (name your country)—
have drilled a hole into the face of this earth—
our very mother of
nurturance and survival—and released a grim, black tide. Deepwater
Horizon. What is that? A title? Will there be Deepwater Horizon II,
the sequel? If we name it something pretty or exotic or grand will it
be less terrible—more media-friendly, more culturally digestible? The
image of the ‘fondue’ pelican has circled the planet at lightening speed
– shocking and saddening us. There on the Internet. There on the TV.
Those bastards! But wait…

Do you drive a car? Buy imported coffee? How do your heat/aircondition
your home? I think nothing of hopping into my car and
driving twenty miles at 110 clicks into “the big smoke” for a hair
appointment. Then do it again tomorrow for a lunch meeting. I love
Starbucks. I buy imported organic coffee at my local store here in King
City. I have no idea how far it traveled to get here. I monitor the
temperature in my home—but, hey—who wants to sweat at night? I
thought of putting solar panels on my roof to heat the pool, but never
quite got round to it. So…who is to blame?

It is no one and everyone. If our hungry maw of consumption squawked
for alternate forms of energy, there would be no market for oil. Period.
And the “bastards” would scramble for another way of making money
that just might be a bit more conscious (because we would demand by
our purchasing power that it would be so).

If we stopped for moment and turned down the volume of Cribs or
Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous,
we might, as a culture, begin to see that
money does not equate superiority. Power, perhaps, but only if we give
it over freely. Do the rich give us something we want? Sensationalism
in entertainment? Genetically modified, neatly packaged, convenient
microwavable food? Cars—sex or status magnets—that change with
the season? A McMansion with Scarlett O’Hara staircase cheek by jowl
in the community, that just a short while ago was a field that produced
crops? Or is it oil we crave?

Who are the avaricious power mongering unconscious rich, and how
did they get that way?
In my mind, rich is to wealth what glamor is to
beauty. One is of the world and the other of the soul. One distracts us
and the other nourishes us.

There is nothing wrong or negative about money. We should all have plenty.
Money will feed the world—every one. Money will clean the water—every drop.
Money will provide nourishing, untainted food for vitality and health. Money
will support art and music and loveliness. Money is a medium of exchange. A very
powerful one. But in and of itself, it is nothing but paper and metal.

Even gold—being hoarded by some and driving the price to astronomical
—is of no value at all if it cannot be exchanged for clean water…
because there is none. What good is a handful of gold if there is no bread
because “we” have genetically modified our fields to their very death? What
good is gold if a father can’t kiss the tender rosebud lips of his child?

There is a price for everything. We live in a universe of balance. If that
side goes up, this side will go down. Ipso facto. What is it you really,
really want and are you willing to pay the price? Have you stopped to
think what the price might actually be in the long run? For all of time
there have been tales of deals with the devil. And who is the devil but
the one who gives us exactly what we wished for?

I don’t believe in intrinsic good or evil. Those values are merely opposite
sides to the same coin. The yin and yang of perfect balance. The universal
law. I do, however, believe that in our collective unconsciousness we,
as a cohesive interdependent mass of humanity, have made a series of
unfortunate choices that have put the planet in a precarious state.

Think about that and create this day by the Golden Rule


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  • Marilyn Harding

    Writer and Entrepreneur, Passionate about Vibrant Health and Well-Being, Author of “Exhilarated Life”,

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    Passionately committed to every person's birthright and personal responsibility of vibrant health and well-being - body, mind and spirit, Marilyn Harding applies her unique style and experience as a marketing executive and entrepreneur to write in the fields of art and holistic lifestyle. A particular focus is the researched benefits of high phenolic olive oil for long life and vibrant health, which she publishes on the Medium Ezine, Beyond Organic, Beyond Extra Virgin. Marilyn is author of Exhilarated Life: Discovering Inner Happiness  Unpacking ancient and modern wisdom and applying it to today's challenges. Yesterday at Justin's, A parent/child guide to sensitively discuss divorce. NOTE: If you have something you'd like to say and are not sure how to say it - and you like my writing style - I can help. Email me for a quote at [email protected] and put "Writer" in the subject line. :)